Why do you insist,
On having me confront...
Your frank and bluntness.
'That is entirely of your doing.
That has to be 'your' wish...
AND selected point of view.
Since I've said very little,
Or anything at all...
About your freaking pretentiousness.
And there is less of me,
Represented here...
Than appears to be the more of you.
I was invited like a few...
To be recruited just like you.
But I'm not feeling up to par.
Although I will have a drink or two,
Provided by the open bar.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem